Page 81 of Swallow Your Sorries

For someone sorepulsive, she’s utterly transfixed watching me do whatever the fuck I want to her.

“Do you always let repulsive people touch you so freely?” I zone in on that red mark over her heart again, and I swear I feel the black of my irises bleed into the surrounding white. “Is that why you let some filth suck onmytit?”

“Maybe,” she taunts.

My blood boils. My eyes burn as everything other than Elle grows foggy.

“Name.Now.”

“No.”

That singular word makes me want to tear her leotard too and fuck the defiance out of her in front of everyone.

Everyone.

Who the fuck had the audacity to touch my baby? My little doll?

“Last chance, Dove. Tell me, or I’ll find out all on my own.”

“So go find out,” she huffs. “And why do you keep calling me Dove?”

“Because you remind me of one.”

I can tell she’s fighting her curiosity as she bites her lower lip. But in the end, it wins, and she asks, “How so?”

“Remember when you rolled down the hill with Zoi and the cricket ball?”

“How could I forget,” she says dryly. “I didn’t even know we could have pets at the academy.”

“We can’t.” I ignore her inquisitive gaze and continue. “Anyway, as you spun around, your skirt billowed in the breeze. And all I could see were those massive, white fucking bloomers flying towards me. With the sag in the middle, and the sides high on your hips, it looked like two wings with your pussy in the middle as the body. Like a great white dove.”

“I hate you,” she spits, her face suddenly ashen. “I fuckinghateyou.”

You hate that you want me.

“I hate you too, Dovey.”

Elle

More than angry at what I’d just allowed Gant to do.

More than furious, disgusted, andrepulsedat enjoying it, I’m utterly confused.

I don’t get it.

I don’t get what kind of game Gant’s playing anymore.

Having the senior class bully me because of his demented logic? Understood.

Spewing me with bodily fluids and making me strip to defile and humiliate me? Got it.

Shoving me into the lake for a cruel laugh? I could follow the twisted logic because he genuinely didn’t seem to know that I couldn’t swim.

“But I want to make something very clear. I don’t want you dead. Not literally. Because then I’d have to follow you into the afterlife to exact my revenge.”

But still, making me orgasm? Wanting to fuck me? The girl who, by his account, ruined his entire life? I just don’t understand his attraction if it’s based on sheer hatred.

You don’t understand yours either.

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